We returned to the chief ready to receive our punishment for sneaking and eating the fruit, not that the whole ordeal was bad enough, he lecture us for a great while, and forced Cobar to translate for me. Lastly he pronounce the punishment. We were to be exiled! However, since we were just kids, having both me and Jayal still be declared as such by tribe law, our punishment would be for a month only.
Still a month alone in the jungle sounded pretty bad for two boys who had never left into the jungle by their own. Cobar then explained, that it's wording might be a bit confusing and that "exile" meant something more a kin to "jail". And by jail it meant a Watoni. Jayal flustered at the mention of that word, but I didn't understood why.
Cobar was designated to lead us there and be our "jailer" as he put it. And from the first time since I arrived I was taken outside of the village, we walked through the jungle with the wild forage brushing against my unprotected groin, until we arrived to a small cottage, similar in size to the houses of the village but perhaps smaller, that was the Watoni. Cobar led us inside of it, and it was pretty bare, a single cot, a few vases and in the corner a girl about our ages patiently tending the fireplace. But unlike the other girls and women of the village she was also naked.
My own penis, still a little sore, rose up at the sight of such beautiful girl, her breast perky and full, all the way down to her untrimmed pubis, with flawless cooper skin and a tight ass. Cobar got close and took off his own horn garment, letting his huge beast shame both Jayal's an mine erections. She then went to her and embrace her, and she replied likewise. Cobar presented the girl as Talaru, his "partner". And by all the context I guess he just didn't knew the word for wife, albeit that word isn't actually correct either, but for all purposes it was what he meant.
Cobar explained that once a man and a woman decided they wanted to be partners, they looked for the blessings of the tribe, if they are blessed, they are to move to one of the Watoni, or couples houses, for a year. The Ciont'i might have been relaxed about nudity, but they were quite reserved for any sexual act, or even masturbation which in hindsight I'm quite grateful for it, but since they lived in community in the village this houses were specially made for sex to put it bluntly. They had their usual justification, to make the partners appreciate each other, but really it was for sex.
Jayal spoke no words but now he was being noticeable embarrassed and irritable. Cobar then told us the rules. Since Talaru was the only Chiche, in a Watoni she will be the one providing nourishment for us and we were forbidden to leave the hut. He also informed us that he wasn't planning to stop his Watoni priviledges, despite the extra month he was given for having us. Jayal protested, but both Talaru and Cobar replied, it was so quick that I didn't got it, but it left Jayal with a defeated face. We weren't to eat that night, so after their supper, they made us face the wall, while they fucked just behind us. I saw Jayal trying its best to block what they were doing, while I catch a peak, but I decided against it, I rather took the time to massage my still raging boner, while those two were busy and Jayal was to flustered to notice. Though I quickly gave up since my dick was still to raw from last night. They both screamed in sweet agony and feel asleep. As did we all.
In the morning Cobar went hunting with the other men of the tribe and we were left alone with Talaru.